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#it was not an idle threat
frownyalfred · 6 months
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"I'm gonna fuck your mom" "I'm going to get my adoptive billionaire dad to sleep with both of your parents and they're both going to fall in love with him and write you out of their will, fuckhead."
(Schoolyard threat from an unknown Wayne child, provided to the Gazette in March 2013. Bruce Wayne, responding via email, denied all allegations of an improper relationship and declared it "entirely spontaneous and consensual."
Mr. and Mrs. [redacted] could not be reached for comment, but court records indicate that Mr. [redacted] began divorce proceedings in April of 2013.)
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mcybree · 3 months
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yknow every once in a while I go wow I really am insane… third life was nothing like that to the average person what a strange hill to die on… And then I remember the whittle him down to nothing clip and I go ah never mind I’m right forever and something is seriously wrong with him
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twilightarcade · 1 year
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im constantly thinking about this always btw
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adfamiliares · 11 months
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this ian mackaye interview. btw.
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nabsthevulture · 2 months
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btw if me posting political things bothers you then go away
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spindrifters · 1 year
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y’all thought that was a joke but I did finally take tiktok off my phone
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dujour13 · 9 months
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💎💎💎 if you're still doing them!
How could I pass up a chance to gossip about Mino? 🥰
Exalictor Arangeir? Would you believe—my friend, my big sister, my hero. Ha, I know. Never thought I’d say my hero is a Hellknight. In my defense Mino’s no typical Hellknight, but don’t tell her I said that because not only would she throttle me, but I’m worried she’d feel bad to hear it. It’s a mystery to me why she wants to be one so bad. But to be fair she isn’t a typical anything. A real paradox.
If I went through even a tiny portion of what she’s been through I’d be a puddle on the floor, but Mino came through the other side intact—her heart, her sense of humor, her drive to make the world a better place.
She works incredibly hard. Mino doesn’t leave things up to chance like I do. I just wish she would accept all the accolades she deserves and give herself a break sometimes. One of these days I’m going to drag her out of that citadel of hers and make her take a beach holiday.
Another thing I’m in awe of is how she faces things head-on, and I mean that both literally and emotionally: just head down, straight into the fray. Comes out of it bruised and bleeding and the crazy thing is that if you ask her if she’s all right, she’s worried about everybody else. That’s why I worry about her.
You know what, it’s no secret Regill and I chafed a lot, but seeing that somebody like Mino loves him made me take another look and see him for the person he is and not just the embodiment of Hellknightness. Although he is still that, don’t get me wrong. I mean, maybe the vision he fights for isn’t as bleak as I thought. Mino sparkles. If he still has an eye for that, there’s hope.
Oh, and what a terrific voice.
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callilouv · 8 months
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dont miss me too much ok
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daenerysoftarth · 8 months
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Like book!Alicent and Criston definitely wished the faith militant were still around so they could violently enforce the faith of the seven onto all of Westeros
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sansebastinae · 1 month
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Shuddaaaaappp @ Reddit I do NOT want Seb in Mercedes. Put him in Audi (or Red Bull with Fernando so i can have my vettonso dreams come true)
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It’s 4:30 in the morning but I gotta say my dumbass little found family is legitimately the greatest thing I’ve ever ever been given. In the past 12 hours I got to rant to my best friend about his OCs and assign them each cool cars bec I’m a wannabe car guy. Talked to my boyfriend and watched him forget what daylights savings was and for a split second legitimately believe we got stuck in a time loop together. And then just now got a text from my other bestie who is basically my son at this point. he was up at 4 in the morning working and decided sleep could wait even longer just because he needed to remind me we're on the final season of our Lego ninjago watch through.
I get what they mean when they say life gets better. Because life still fucking sucks and it’s still kicking my ass. But there’s no simpler-time memory in my brain where I was happier than I have been around these dipshits. They are the better. I’m keeping these ones if I have any say in it.
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when i listen to uk rap and nobody says “if i catch you in west gloucestershire you’ll catch the rifle”……what the hell
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inamindfarfaraway · 1 year
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I love mind control tropes, I love Black Friday, and arguably the most moral characters in the play Tom and Becky being turned by Wiggly into selfish, callous, ruthless antagonists is one of the scariest parts of the play for me. So I ended up writing a little glimpse into Tom’s mind when he’s completely in Wiggly’s thrall, falling deeper and deeper. I’m posting it in case anyone in this fandom shares my love of scenes like this. It’s set right after he leaves Becky and Hannah for dead.
Update: now on AO3 with a second chapter adapting the “If I Fail You” scene.
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Tom ran. His footsteps thundered across the eerie, deserted courtyard. The mall was still swarming with brutal cultists, cultists headed by Linda Monroe at that. Most of them had blood on their hands from the rioting earlier. They would tear him to shreds for the cloth and foam he was clutching. Not to mention Becky would be furious when she woke up - he was sorry, but he couldn’t help that he needed Wiggly more than her, and it was her own fault for sedating herself and becoming dead weight. The sooner he was out of here, the better. The air was thick with tension. Acidic storm clouds were gathering in his stomach, the sense of foreboding that the situation in the mall would only get worse, and he didn’t want to stay to find out how lest hell rain down upon him.
Hell. Wasn’t that kind of funny? All hell breaking loose, over a random toy.
A good toy though, he would admit. His throbbing stab wound made him slow to a walk and he took the time to reexamine his prize. Wiggly really was cute, with his big fuzzy eyebrows and little fingers like twirly straws and soft, fluffy body. Stroking his tumsy-wumsy did feel satisfying.
Hello Tom. I’m so glad you found me. I was afwaid I would never get to play with you.
Whoever designed this little guy knew what they were doing. And the marketing was great. He still couldn’t get that song out of his head. So the mania and murderous cult wasn’t justified, obviously, he wasn’t saying that, but… maybe it was understandable. Maybe Tom could understand all hell breaking loose.
(It didn’t occur to him to be confused that Wiggly knew his name and was saying things besides his scripted lines. It was impossible to be suspicious of anything said in such an endearing voice.)
“My son’s gonna love you,” he muttered.
Tim’s smile beamed in his mind’s eye, so close and ever closer. His face lighting up as he realized why his dad had really left, his laughter as he played with his new toy, a proper embrace between them for the first time in far too long. Tom might have failed his wife and his sister-in-law and his old flame, but he wouldn’t - couldn’t fail his son too. He was still a good dad. He was, dammit. And this would prove it. He had to come through for Tim, no matter the cost.
If he couldn’t even be a good dad anymore… he was nothing. And what kind of parent would he be if he wasn’t willing to do anything for his child?
A failure.
See? He totally needed Wiggly the most! Wiggly was what Tim wanted and as he said, Tim would definitely love him.
Of course he will. Everyone loves me. Everyone wants me, so you’ve got to hold onto me. And I’ll hold onto you too. That’s what fwends do, isn’t it?
What a nice thought: a toy that loved you back. Maybe hell on Earth wasn’t that bad if it meant magic was real.
He nodded at Wiggly in agreement. “No way am I letting you go.”
That’s right. Just hold on; never let go. You’re my fwendy-wend now, and you’re going to play my game. This will be so much fun!
“Yeah. Thanks to you, everything will be perfect,” he breathed, and putting it into words felt like finally sliding a round peg into a circular hole. A beacon of happiness crystallizing in a world of chaos, pain and misery. He had what he needed. It would all be okay. He and his son would live happily ever after, just like life was a story being written for them, with hope building in every subsequent word.
Wiggly’s laughter echoed around his skull. Now Tom didn’t even notice that it wasn’t the same as the recorded version or pay attention to exactly what was said next. Why should he? He already knew that he’d agree with it, because Wiggly was about the only thing that made sense anymore. He was so glad he’d found him. Even the bitter sting of leaving Becky behind faded into sweet oblivion, eclipsed by the joy of a Tickle-Me Wiggly secure in his hands. For the first time since he’d lost Jane, he was getting what he wanted. He was in control of his life again.
You’ve settled right in in Drowsy Town, Tom. Keep enjoying your sleep. Soon it’ll be forever and ever and ever.
He had never been happier.
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trashshouldnt · 10 months
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Has anyone drawn the pocket sand meme with grian yet (because of his computer glitch) or should I take matters into my own hands?
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yamchaas · 2 years
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If you draw sleazy art of the dragon ball kids I should be allowed to slice you in half with my katana. I think all governments should agree to this.
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turtleenchanter · 1 year
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@staff very important bring back @beaunydoorin i read their blog like the sunday paper. this isn’t a joke anymore. pls the world is silent. i’m scared
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